Whimsical wishes for springtime fun
Eager to tan my skin in the yellow sun
Emerald kite bounces beneath blue sky
Kissing white clouds as red birds fly by
Elegant art of painters poets photographers
Nuanced views in pretty pictures and words
Dancing on pupils and in every ear heard
KITE
TAKE MY AURA AND MIND
WITH YOU
IN HOT
IN COLD
IN RAIN
IN LOVE
AND IN PAIN
FREE MY SOUL
FREE MY SOUL
FROM YOUR BONDAGES
LET ME FLY
LET ME FLY
WITH YOU IN SEVEN HEAVENS
BREAKING THE CUFFS FROM YOU
OH DEAR KITE OF MINE BREAK ME FREE
coarse sand forms brown rills
hard scree, rock cleft trills
fine clouds frame red kite
string slack; old maid wills
contest : Alpha Rhymes
sponsor : Joseph May
3.9.25
PLACED 3RD : Standard Contest
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APPLE BLOSSOMS CAUGHT DREAMY EYES
fairy farm was ablaze with fruity trees
gentle breezes swayed laden branches
canaries sang, cows mooed, all at ease
FIGS, GRAPES, HACKBERRY, IMBE, JACKFRUIT
with Turkish splash pool glimmering awaited
tiny tier temple newly whitewashed invited
brass buddha bell and rose garden gated
KITES LAY MOTIONLESS NOTICEABLY OBVERT
which leisure activity would we choose
as fruity farm holiday commenced covert
like in paradise peacock strutted with goose
PEACH, QUINCE, RASPBERRY, STRAWBERRY TARTS
stole our minds, stomach and hearts
this heavenly place embraced tired souls
stress dissolved in nature’s eloquent role
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Jan Juc Primary School
Annual Fundraiser
A Kite Festival
Perfect day
Windy, warm
Families crowd onto the lawn
Above Fisherman's Beach
Prams, dogs, wheelchairs
Giggling youngsters
Parents saying, "Look up!"
Cameras capture glee
Big blue whale
Wafting
Above several sharks out of water
A scuba diver twirling below
Knots and nylon twine
Fluttering ribbons and tails
Happy kids everywhere
Mums, Dads holding tight
A plethora of little diamonds
Soaring
Brilliant colours glint in grey skies
A giant octopus
Two Tiger Moths; pilots adrift
Like astronauts, space walking
A prancing purple tailed horse
A dazzlingly intricate, spinning snake
And several beautiful butterflies
A hillside of walkers gathering slow
blend with the gold medal fields all aglow.
Kites finding freedom, flutter and flow
as looping Red Kites begin to swoop low.
Families with picnics bask in the sun
whilst ice-cream smeared children playfully run.
Dogs chasing frisbees bark at the fun
as strolling events are just about done.
Rooks search for scraps on the Downs chalky chest.
Footballs pace quicker as if on a quest.
Hypnotic gliders hover like rest,
drifting away, along with my stress.
Serenity cycles. Smiles are on tour.
The wonder of nature is what we’re there for.
The café embraces a coach trip or more.
Benches remember all those gone before.
I view all the tissue-like clouds move along
whilst hearing the skylark sing beautiful song.
The smell of contentment is fragrant and strong.
Our Dunstable Downs is where I belong.
Have you ever thought of flying a kite?
A crazy dancing hueful delight.
You don't just need a bridle and a spool,
But an impeccable foresight as a rule.
Pick up a kite that is sturdy and correct size,
Then check the trees and power lines as an exercise.
East or West, what is the wind direction?
The wind speed too calls for a circumspection!
Launch your kite with meticulous care,
Enjoyment will be the heartbeat of the affair.
Each loop, twirl, rise or dive is a choreography grand,
Crafted by skill as your dreams take a stand.
Ideas are green kites that lift me high
birth most beautiful blue dreams
To my dandelion delight I fulfill in teal time
For I can do amber anything
Oh! You say I’ve run away
Imagination is a red train
But to stay in hazel head all day
Isn’t always a bad thing
Purple prophecy, proposal cerebral kind
For if you dare you will not fail
To never give up is divine.
Heart desire is burgundy boat’s sail
When I write black soul takes flight
And I can go anywhere
I can be wrong I can be right
The fun is in getting there.
submitted 10/1/23 for contest Gnarled Graceful Green Words
Sponsor Constance La France
Upon the sand that adorns the shores,
Sit the children who watch their kites soar,
The sounds of glee loud as the sea,
The shrills of pelicans as they flee
Amidst the blazing sun,
Sitting through the summer thunderstorms has begun,
The signs of the sky, before the clouds cry.
The sight of the rain is cherished by the eye.
My back brushes against the tall grass,
The swaying marigolds brought a twinkle on my face at a glance,
I felt the warmth on my skin,
The heat was a warm hug from within.
The hikes of summer are long and weary,
The ethereal landscape makes me teary.
Biting into a juicy watermelon is as delightful as being in a warm bed when it's pouring rain.
The memories of summer will always remain.
As I float across the ocean,
I can taste the salt on my lips, it is like a potion.
Running through the shallow water, I feel pulled back to the tide,
It is as if the ocean is inviting me for a ride
A day spent beneath the sun is truly beautiful,
Laying next to the sounds of splashes and laughter is irrefutable.
I hoped summer would everlast,
For it is summer at last
We loved when dad would call
For some paper, string and sticks.
He'd ask for flour in a cup
And show us other "tricks."
He'd take a simple grocery sack
And lay it on the floor,
Then mark a border 'round it,
Notch the sticks and more.
He'd mix the flour and water
To make a basic glue,
They lay the sticks across
And tie them taut and true.
The paper next, he would affix
And the "Boston" flare took shape.
It was not like all other kites
With it's rustic, six-point drape.
We watched with eager eyes
As our kite was finally formed.
We got the string and tail attached,
And a dream for flight was born.
Then out we'd go, to let'm soar
Embracing times together.
While short the flight of Boston Kites,
The memories are forever.
Moon up high, awake and beaming in white
Soft cloud smiles, watching the moonlight dancing
Behind the furs, hiding as crystal kite
Bounds in miles, prancing with stars so pleasing.
Winds so cold, peeking on wonders of light
Stars on hold, freezing with yonders of oak
Air so bold, giggling at blunders of might
Quasars unfold, circling defying-cloak.
Tarrying night lights over winds of song
Energies regained by lunar mission
Stellars and Mother light spanning so long
Clouds under sheer lights, imploring fusion.
Fueling man's vision, entities horn
Power of illusion, beauties reborn.
Amidst battered clouds drawn east
from gray heavens imbalance,
joyful kites loop mindlessly never
obstructing picturesque quietness.
Rebelliously swooping through unhappy
visitors who xenodochially yield zest.
The treasure inside of you
Must come out through the evolution of pressure!
Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it!
The gift of hope is in pressure!
Humans have the ability to cope
Holding on to the rope of certainty is a matter of faith!
Let your life not fear the wind of change
Because pressure will simply rearrange your character!
Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it!
Dark days reveal the fact that
Everything in life has a season!
Kites rise highest against the wind—not with it!
The gift of hope is in pressure!
Humans have the ability to cope
Holding on to the rope of certainty is a matter of faith!
Therefore, you can use pressure to rise above any situation
Because the treasure inside of you
Must come out through the evolution of pressure!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Ah, those were days of fun
Behind a falling kite we would run
Exhilaration when we got hold
As if it was a pot of precious gold
Flying colourful kites high in air
We felt proud of our flair
Aim was to cut other players kite
It was such a fun filled fight
At times kite would get struck in tree
Trying to get it down, so much glee
When in poverty, we could not buy
To make our own, we would try
Now I hardly see kites in sky
Kids don't know how to fly
Hooked on to electronic games
It is boring they all exclaim
Our old fun games are all vanishing
Electronic games, I feel like banishing
Joyous memories outdoor games hold
Bestow happiness everytime they're retold
Do you remember those sunny days
When we flew our little kites
You busy on your terrace
And me soaring on another!
We drifted with each other’s names
And all those dazzling colours
I think back to those days
So small we were but our dreams
were flying so high, love entangled
Praying that every dream that I could
Never reach found you instead
If paper kites could speak today
It was you and me following the other
Strolling in those vast blue skies
The wind holding us up forever
And when we reeled those kites in
It felt like we were reeling
in our hearts together!
16.9.2021
Contest: A Lovely Memory
Sponsor: Regina Mclntosh
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